Where is bride mr. Mehra his father asked?
There parents are looking down they don't have words to say to them that there daughter run away from her own marriage...
Sorry Raghuvanshi sahab mai aapke hath judta ho mujhe maaf karde .
Ab kuch nhi ho sa...
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Morning arrived with a soft golden glow, filtering through the curtains of our bedroom. The world outside was waking up, but my mind had been restless long before dawn. Today was different. Today, I was not thinking about business meetings, phone calls, or the never-ending responsibilities that came with my name.
Today, I was only thinking about her.
Anika.
She was sitting at the dining table, sipping her tea, completely unaware of the surprise waiting for her. I watched her from across the room, my fingers tapping against the wooden surface as I tried to contain the anticipation buzzing inside me.
I wasn’t a man who usually showed excitement—not openly, at least. But right now, I felt it. The urge to see her reaction, to watch her eyes light up in a way I had never seen before, was stronger than anything else.
Taking a deep breath, I finally pushed my chair back and walked toward her. She glanced up at me, her eyebrows slightly raised in curiosity.
“Anika,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected, “I want you to come with me. I need to show you something.”
She blinked, setting her cup down. “What do you want to show me?”
I smirked slightly. “You’ll see.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you not getting late for office? Roj to aap late hote rehte hain. Aaj nahi jaana kya?”
I chuckled at her suspicion. She knew my morning routine well—I was always in a rush, always buried in work. But today, nothing else mattered.
“Uski chinta aap mat kariye,” I said, my tone firm but laced with amusement. “Office baad mein bhi jaa sakta hoon.”
She looked at me for a long moment, as if trying to read what I was up to. But before she could ask more questions, I took her hand gently, lacing my fingers with hers, and led her outside.
The morning air was crisp as we stepped into the backyard of our mansion. The sun was climbing higher, casting golden hues over everything, making the moment feel even more perfect. But I wasn’t ready to let her see it just yet.
Stopping just before we reached the pond, I moved behind her, placing both hands over her eyes.
“Abhimanyu!” she gasped, surprised.
“Trust me,” I murmured against her ear, my voice softer than usual.
She let out a small huff but didn’t protest. Her hands rested lightly on mine as I guided her forward, each step deliberate, until we were finally there.
I took a deep breath, anticipation curling in my chest, and then—slowly—I removed my hands from her eyes.
